I had just found out I was pregnant for the third time..this was a good surprise as it was not planned as I already had two kids to my now ex husband and had just been in my current relationship 12 months.
I told my partner this is gonna be a breeze, my first two pregnancies went by quick no hassles at all.
Boy was I wrong!
I had morning sickness everyday, and no energy to do anything. Then I started bleeding at 10 weeks, we were so worried we had lost the baby, we went to the hospital everything turned out fine.
I pushed through all the morning sickness and tiredness, and we got to 21 weeks.
It's a girl we were told, and we were over the moon (except my son, he wanted a brother).
I turned 23 weeks we had just moved house, and were settling in. My partner was getting ready for work (night shift), it was 10.30 at night and I started bleeding again.
Oh no this time it was bad! My parents were in shock at the amount of blood, I called an ambulance and went straight to the hospital....
The doctor said I was 4cm dilated and needed to be transferred to a bigger hospital. They gave me all the medication I needed to keep my baby in, and drugs to strengthen her lungs, just in case it was her time to come.
I was taken to Monash hospital in Clayton, although by the time I got there, things had calmed down a little. The doctors came in and assessed me and said you have to go on bed rest for the rest of your pregnancy, in hospital.
We really didn't know what we were going to do. My partner worked night shifts, and my kids needed to go to school everyday. Luckily, my dad and his partner stood up and helped a lot. We wouldn't have been able to get through it without them.
After 13 days, our daughter Lily-Fay was born at 25 weeks 5 days, and weighed 847g. It was a traumatic delivery, one we will never forget.
Lily spent 99 days at Monash hospital, which is a 45min drive from home, everyday.
My days consisted on getting the kids ready for school, dropping them off, going to the hospital, leaving the hospital with just enough time to go pick the kids up from school and get them home for dinner, then it started all over again the next day.
After 99 days she was transferred closer to home to William Anglis Hospital, just 8 minutes from home. Then after only 5 days more, she was allowed to go home, on oxygen.
After having stomach problems, and a month where we couldn't hold her because she was in so much pain due to open heart surgery and numerous drugs to help her live, we didn't know what to do when we got home, she was finally ours and only ours!
4 days before Christmas we got the all clear no more oxygen!
Lily-Fay is now a happy 2.5 year old. She has Spastic Diplegic Cerebal Palsy, but from everything that happened, it could of been a lot worse, we are blessed that she is here with us!